The satin straps still tied to the bedposts
The silken shimmer of sunrise
Dancing on the gooseflesh
The gentle fan wafts simple breeze
Upon each curve and lock
The matted hair and
Ruined eye makeup
The faint smell of candles
Having been extinguished
The scent of leather
And surrender
And your breath's cadence
In exact rhythm
With the warbling robin
Beyond our den
This is the time I drink of you